She had been waiting for years to feel the rain falling on her parched faceLast night the rains finally beganBut...Would this be the rain to Break that horrible droughtListening to the blessed Rain falling...She slept that deep relaxingsleep of babies.Snuggling down in her bed...sheltered...revived...refreshedAs daylight cameHer comfort begin toRise as did her resting placeShe turned, stretched,Rolled over and was Suddenly out of her Bed

No longer lazy and dormantToday was the day to Break FREELetting out all of her Anger and frustration thatBuilt over the yearsShe raged and Made her Presence knownDown River...theyWould have the floodsFrom her rageHere ... only a gentleLapping at the bank edges...Sheltering her people...Protecting her landas the Might Colorado roared Southto flood distant lands.At Last...the Drought was Breaking